Christian Fiction Crap

Where are the C.S Lewises of today? Where are the Flannery O'Conners today? Let us not forget the Tolkeins (to a lesser degree). Where are they?


Can anyone write christian fiction that isn't 'My Troubles and Faith testamony', 'My Rapture/end time charts', or 'Repent: a Gospel tract in Narrative form'? I have written about 100 pages worth of christian fiction. (A small but growing novel just for the fun of it.) Enough to know that it is better than some of this crap.

I ask. Where is the Aslan? Where is the incorruptable presented as reality? Why don't people write about grace so real that it whacks people up side their head. (At least so they don't skim by without realizing it.) We don't need escapism. We need Christ.

We need to write about God's side of events concerning man and his troubles. This is what is real. The wonderful cross engages mens hearts. Christian fiction aught to magnify it. As for 'My troubles and faith testamonies', There could be many solutions to our problems. God can't be presented as something that works for one person but may not for another. Authors must address the root problems of sin and grace in their works. God in this must stand alone as unique and uniquely valuable.

There is beauty still in that old rugged cross. The blood-stains and all. Throughout all these years, though the wood has splintered and the nails have crumbled into rust, its beauty remains incorruptible.